[First of all, kudos to Hemmel for this interesting roleplay! I am looking forward to see it continuing!
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Donari and Jekkar were verily praying in the Laanx Temple as an explosion shook the floor above them. Gazing into each other's eyes, they sensed something was amiss. Locking hands, they quickly paced up the stairs and rushed towards the Book of Names, where they heard the noise originate.
Inside, they found a dreadful sight. The smell of burnt blood was in the air. In a corner lay an unconscious Ynwnn, Hemmel, as the two star-crossed lovers were soon to find out. Donari gave Jekkar a meaningful look as she gestured at the Ynwnn. Together, they approached him and while Donari knelt in order to examine the immobilized Ynwnn more closely, Jekkar put the foot of his third leg on Hemmel's sole visible hand. Donari wondered as to where the second hand might be, but she was more concerned with the health of the poor creature in front of her.
Giving him a gentle slap with her hand, Hemmel quickly recovered his consciousness. Donari asked in a gentle voice,"What did you do here?"
"Get off my hand", Hemmel growled, unwilling to respond. "Those who are informed. Let me up or I will place you on the wrong side of Octarchal law." He paused a moment before going on. "Fear not, you having nothing to be afraid of." he continued, directing his angst at Jekkar.
The latter however was unfathomed by the empty threat and kept his position, unwilling to move an inch and allow the villain to free his hand, aware of the multitude of possibilities of evil the hand could do to him and his love eternal, Donari.
Hemmel, now quite agitated, acted without moving an eyebrow. He sprang a hidden mechanism that launched a blade towards Jekkar's leg, neatly severing the just recently attached superfluous lower extremity, sending it on an airborne journey through the vastness of the holy room.
Jekkar, being quite fond of his recently attached superfluous leg went chasing after it, unwilling to give up that pinnacle of dark magic.
With a slight grin on her face, Donari turned to Hemmel and asked him in a stern voice, "Now sir, why are you chopping off Lord Jekkar's leg while we have nothing to fear from you?" Her index finger waggled demonstratively at the young Ynwnn.
Free of the leg's hold on his arm, Hemmel rose. "My business is my own. I have harmed no soul or body but my own. If you have something to accuse me of, accuse me."
Donari smiled at him. It was one of her warm, gentle smiles. "You know, people might think you a loner if you go in temples and burn blood and explode things. And you don't want people to think you are a loner, do you?" she said to Hemmel. Her eyes looked up and down, now getting a full view of his outfit. "Especially with that dark clothing. I can recommend you a better tailor, if you want."
Defiantly, Hemmel replied. "I am in fact, accustomed to relying on myself."
Nodding in a manner that would signal nothing but understanding, Donari offered the Ynwnn a comforting smile. "Ok. So I guess you should clean up here. And put the fire back on" she told him, now a little less stern.
Hemmel walked forward, towards the centre of the room.
With a curious gaze, Donari eyed him. "So. You are surely dying to tell us what masterpiece you did here?" She spoke as Jekkar moved to block the Ynwnn's path towards the exit, now having safely tucked his superfluous leg away.
Irritated that someone would pay attention to him, Hemmel turned to Donari. "What reason would I have for revealing my secrets to you?"
"You have no one else to tell because people think you are a loner? I mean. You go inside here. You do some obviously dark ritual. And then you cry about how you are all alone", Donari replied. She shrugged shortly. "That doesn't seem healthy behaviour to me."
Jekkar looked at Donari with grave concern.He solemnly added, "Mistress Donari...The darkness in here...it frightens me..."
Breathing deeply, Donari looked from Jekkar to Hemmel, then made a decision. She stepped closer and gave Hemmel a brief hug, her face offering nothing but comfort and understanding.
Hemmel however, irritated by the sudden attention to his self, conjured a short blast of crystal way magic, seeking to push Donari and Jekkar away from the little soft spot that had just warmed up in his heart. Unaware of the dreadful consequences, the magic engulfed Jekkar's superfluous extra leg, setting it aflame. It was held together by nothing but magic. The flames quickly engulfed Jekkar's well kempt and dirty fur, sending him to the ground in agonizing pain. As his screams pierced the silence of the temple below, Hemmel quickly took matters into his own hands, attempting to extinguish the flames with his cloak.
As the flames faded, Jekkar rose again, his inner strength overcome the pain inflicted on him by the fire, the wounds closing by his own magic.
Donari waggled her finger at Hemmel. "See? Don't play with magic. Lord Jekkar might catch fire. So. What is your name, sir? Dark Evil? The Great Destroyer? Shadow Death?"
"I am Hemmel. I am called The Scribe. You have allowed me to continue my studies...in your own way...", Hemmel replied -seemingly less angsty than before.
Gaining confidence with their newly found friend, Donari inquired. "Hey Hemmel. Would you like me and Jekkar to be your family?"
"Family? I trust my enemies more", the Ynwnn answered her, distrustful once more. Donari sighed. "Now. You see. These strange answers make you even more look like a loner. You'll never find a girlfriend that way.
"Be careful Mistress! The Darkness! I see it in him!" Jekkar shouted, having gazed upon the true nature of the person in front of him and his true love.
"You have a surprisingly good eye, old Enki. Leave me be, and I will leave this place as it was", Hemmel acknowledged. He held up his hand, summoning a bright globe of fire that rushed forward to engulf the dark brazier on the wall.
Donari gave Hemmel a scolding look. "What did I say about using magic", she said to him as she made a gesture in the air, summoning a beautiful flower which she promptly stuck in Hemmel's hair with a smile.
